Saw a kid shuffling through Penn Station this morning with no shoes, his socks half on half off his feet, going through the garbage cans. Couldn’t have been more than 16 or 17. Broke my heart.

Immediately thought, well, why does it not break my heart when it’s an older person? I pass a handful of homeless people who sit on the street a block from Penn Station everyday. They’re a mix of white and black, old and young, all bundled up under blankets on camping chairs with their signs out. I don’t even see them anymore.

But a teenager, so damaged to have no shoes in this weather, dragging half bare feet along the floors of Penn Station? Killed me.

What are we gonna do?